Thirty-two-year-old Lu Jinbei thought he would never be tempted by anyone again, until 22-year-old Zhou Linshen, wearing a white shirt, smiled at him.
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On Zhou Linshen's first day on the job, word spread throughout the company that the new assistant to the president was appointed by President Lu.
She was too good-looking and too young, but she fell in love with Lu Jinbei, who was rumored to be unkind and never had any scandals around her.
Everyone thought it was an unspoken rule in the workplace. Only Zhou Linshen knew that Lu Jinbei was too careful with him: helping him order meals when he worked overtime, bringing him snacks when he was on business trips, and asking him "Are you feeling better" on WeChat when he was sick?
These tendernesses were like an airtight net, trapping him tightly inside.
On the night of the annual meeting, Zhou Linshen drank too much and bravely asked, "Mr. Lu, are you so nice to everyone?"
Lu Jinbei approached him, his voice as low as the tide that had been suppressed for too long and finally broke.
"I recruited you because you wore a white shirt on the day of the interview, tucked your hair behind your ears, and smiled at me."
"Like the person who appeared in my dream when I was eighteen."
From the age of twenty-two to thirty-two, Zhou Linshen was late for ten years.
But Lu Jinbei said: It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you.
Concept: One is in his early twenties, love is lonely and courageous, like a moth flying into a flame, and never looking back even after hitting a wall.
At the age of thirty, love is like walking on thin ice, taking steps step by step, suppressing all the turbulence under the calm wind.
What this story wants to say is - true affection is often not a loud "I love you", but "I am afraid that you will regret it, so I don't even dare to get too close."
The love of old age is to live like a silent volcano. The surface is covered with snow that never melts all year round, and underneath there is hot lava that can burn everything. It's not because I don't love you, but because I love you too much, so I live every day as if it were my last day, and I take every step carefully, as if I'm facing an abyss.
And Nianxia's bravery lies precisely in the fact that he saw the deep sea and knew that there was an undercurrent underneath, but he still jumped.
It's not that he doesn't know the danger.
He's just more afraid of missing out.